We are knee deep in those post holiday lazy, hazy days. You know the ones that blend together into one long no schedule, no commitments, halcyon blur.
At 5:30 this evening Annelise looked over at me and scornfully declared, "You've been in your pajamas all day, Mom!"
"And...?", I replied, with one eyebrow slightly raised.
She shrugged and let it go. That's my girl.
Scott has been on vacation since last week (I think) and won't return to work until next week (I think). The day after Christmas both Scott and Annelise were abducted and replaced by barking seals. Kleenex, cough syrups, lozenges are the hot commodities around here, along with soap, anti-bacterial gel, Lysol spray and Clorox wipes. I am sure they are tired of hearing me oh not so lovingly remind them to use-a-kleenex-wash-your-hands-go-get-some-gel-don't-breathe-on-me 500 times daily.
Our biggest decisions have been what to eat and what movies to watch. Scott and I have finally finished the John Adams HBO miniseries (outstanding) and seen part of Ken Burn's Civil War documentary from Netflix (also very good). I've also managed to pencil in some reading time amidst all this laziness.
Scott and A., AKA the invalids, have spent a majority of the day playing video games, passing the controller back and forth between them as they play Lego Star Wars. I intervene occasionally to wipe it down with a Clorox wipe and the playing resumes.